Misamis Occidental National

School Grade Level 11

High School
Learning
DAILY Teacher Georgia P. Otacan
Area
Creative Writing

LESSO Date(s), March 23, 2022

Quarter
Total Number
IV

N Time(s)
And Room HUMSS – 6 10:30-11: 20
of Students
Observation
PLAN Number(s) Thursday
Number
1

LESSON PLAN ABOUT INDIVIDUALITY OF HUMAN BEINGS AND THEIR

SOCIAL CONTEXTS

I. SUBJECT MATTER

i. OBJECTIVES
A. CONTENT
The learners have an understanding of fiction as a genre and are able to analyze the
elements and techniques.
Subtask: Define fiction and provide examples of fiction.
B. PERFORMANCE STANDARDS
The learner shall be able to produce at least one striking scene for a short story.
C. LEARNING COMPETENCY(IES):
At the end of the lesson, the students are expected to identify the various elements,
techniques and literary devices in various modes of fiction (Character, Point of view, Setting,
Theme, Plot, and Conflict)
Subtask: Defining fiction and identify the elements of fiction (Character, Point of
view, Setting, and Theme)
D. Skill: dentify
E. Content: the various of elemens of fiiction
F. Context:
Defining fiction and identifying its elements
G. Methodology:
Uses Interactive/Participative Method, Effective questioning
ii. References
Book
Creative Writing (Quarter 3, Module 3) published by the Department of Education

Website

Materials
paper and pen, laptop, Television,mobile phone,

iii. PROCEDURE

1. Preliminaries
Someone is asked to lead the prayer. The learners will be reminded of the house rules like being
respectful, listen to the one speaking and participate in the class discussion. If they want to say
something, they must raise their hand. Everyone is to be reminded to prepare themselves for the
discussion and activity.
2. Presenting the new lesson
This competencey which is to identify the various elements, techniques and literary devices in
various modes of fiction (Character, Point of view, Setting, Theme, Plot, and Conflict) is a refresher on
your previous knowledge on the elements of fiction. You must apply these through dissecting the
varied literary works, identifying the elements , and be able to look into techniques and literary devices
you could employ in crafting your own story.
 With this knowledge, let your creative minds explore applying the things learned. Are you ready
to embark on this journey? Let us get started!

3. Motivation
Direction: Identify which among the list below are works of fiction and nonfiction by writing them
inside the boxes where they belong. Write them in your notebook (or on the board.)

o A letter to Santa Clause

o The Hunger Games book trilogy
o A web page telling you about the weather
o A restaurant menu
o A book of fables
o An advertisement in the newspaper
o A travel brochure
o Harry Potter books
o A fairy tale
o A myth about Orpheus and Eurydice

Acquired Philosophy: Essentialism

Practical Application/Purpose of the competency

Today’s discussion is involves understanding what fiction is, what are its sub-genres and what are
its elements. With this knowledge , you can be practice creative thinking skills and one day , you might
be able to published your own kind of story aand make a living out of it or if you will be teachers, then it
won’t be hard for you to create a very good story.

4. Lesson Proper
A. Discussion
Let us first define what is fiction. It comes from the Latin word “fictus” meaning to form or to create.
Fiction is make-believe, untrue or invented stories. These can be a literary work based onimagination
rather than on fact. `They may be short stories, fables, vignettes (, plays, novellas, or novels. Although
writers may base a character on people they have met in real life, the characters and the experiences that
the character faces in the story are not real. (Source: (Linda Frances Lein, n.d.))

(Vignettes has usually 1-2 short scenes,moments or impressions about a character, an idea or them, a
setting or an object. It has typically 800-1000 words but can be as short as a few lines.)

Literary subgenres under fiction include Fantasy, Folklore, Mystery, Historical Fiction, Realistic
Fiction, Romance, Science Fiction and Thriller.

1. Character
Characters refer to the persons, animals, plants, inanimate objects such as robots, natural and supernatural
beings that possess life and give life to the story.

Kinds of characters that can be portrayed

According to Roles Played
Major characters:
a. Protagonist. The character around whom the story revolves. He/she is traditionally an outstanding
character with good traits.
b. Antagonist. The character who is opposed to the protagonist.
 Minor Characters
a. Confidant- the character to whom the main character reveals his/her sentiments, hopes, and
aspirations.

b. Foil- a character who portrays a contrasting quality to another character.

c. Stock type- a character who portrays national or social identity.

According to fullness of development

a. Flat- a character who is portrays just one or two traits. b.Round- a character who is complicated or
who has many sides.

According to changes undergone in the story

a. Static- a character who does not show any change--- he/she has the same characteristics from the
beginning up to the end.
b. Developing/ dynamic- a character who goes through changes in his/her personality.

Story Guide:
Orpheus and Eurydice are the protagonists in the story while the snake acts as the antagonist. Other characters in the
story were Hades, Persephone, Cerberus (the three-headed dog), Charon (the ferryman), the three ancient sisters

2. Point of view (POV) refers to the angle of narration, it indicates “who is the narrator” and “how is the
narration done”.

1. First-person POV . The narrator presents the POV of only one character’s consciousness, which
limits the narrative to what the first-person narrator knows, experiences, infers, or can find out by talking to
other characters.
-the narrator is a character himself/herself in the story. Your clue is the frequent use of personal pronouns I and
my in the story.

2. . Third Person POV- the narrator is outside the story. It is indicated by using the pronouns he, she, and
they.

3. Omniscient POV- the narrator knows all what the characters are thinking, that is why he/she is called
all-knowing.
3a. Omniscient third person POV. The narrator is all-knowing and takes the reader inside the
characters’ thoughts, feelings, and motives, as well as shows what the characters say and do.

3b. Limited omniscient third person POV . The narrator takes the reader inside one (or at most very
few characters) but neither the reader nor the character has access to the inner lives of any of the other
characters in the story.

d. Objective third person POV

The narrator does not see into the mind of any character; rather he or she reports the action and dialogue
without telling the reader directly what the characters feel and think.

Story Guide:
The story of Orpheus and Eurydice is told in objective third-person point of view. The narrator tells the story.

3. Setting
Setting refers to the time and place in which the events of a narrative take place. It includes not only the
physical environment in which the character interacts, but also the cultural, sociological, political, religious
among other settings.
Setting can function as a main force that the characters encounter, such as a tornado or flood, or a setting can
play a minor role such as setting the mood. Often times, the setting can reveal something about the main
character as he/she functions in that place and time period.
a. Locale . The place where the story takes place.
b. Time . The time when the story takes place.

Story Guide:
The time was not directly stated in the story, but it took place in the dark place which is the realm of Hades.
4. Theme
A. The theme is the idea or concept of the author. This is referred to as the message of the story.
B. The main message of a story or a generalization about life. For example, the theme of a story
is: Perseverance gets you to your goal. A theme should always contain a subject and a
predicate.
Story Guide:
The theme of the story surrounds around love and regret.

C. Presenting examples / instances of the lesson

Direction: Read and comprehend the Japanese folktale entitled “The Burning of the Rice Field”.
The Burning of the Rice Field
.
Direction: With your group, identify the 4 elements of fiction in the Japanese folktale “The Burning of
the Rice Field”.
Group 1. The Characters. Give description of what kind of a character/s the story has.
Group 2. The setting
Group 3 The Point of View
Group 4 The theme

Expected answers:
Characters : Grandfather , Grandson/ little boy ,- The people/ villagers
Setting :- A village in Japan
Point of View :- Third person

D. Generalization:
With this lesson, you can developed your creative thinking skills as well as developing good
thoughts, sharpeninig your intellect and can build your knowledge set and morals can be shared
towards our readers. This can help your writing skills as well for future oportunities and helps you t
understand other people’s perspective.

5. Evaluation
Based on the sequence of pictures shown below, write a short fictional story of 10-15 sentences.
With your seatmate, Incorporate the 4 elements yet of a short story, since we have to discuss the
other element.

CATEGORY 30 20 10
Character The characters vivid The characters are not The characters
and unique detail so vivid and unique have little in details.
detail
Setting The setting is described The setting is less The setting is not
well and in detail described described at all
Spelling and Grammar 1-2 grammatical 3-6 grammatical errors 7-9 grammatical
errors made which made which interfere errors made which
interfere with the with the telling of the interfere with the
telling of the story. story telling of the story.

III. REMARKS
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IV. REFLECTION (to be noted after the class)

 Prepared by:
Georgia P. Otacan
SHS Teacher II
Orpheus and Eurydice
Myth
There has only been one mortal whose skill at playing the lyre compared with the skill of the god of music, golden Apollo, and that
mortal’s name was Orpheus. When he played, the birds would swoop down from the heavens and sit on the branches above his
head. When he played, the animals of the fields would gather round him, their heads cocked to one side.
Now Orpheus had fallen in love with a woman called Eurydice. There was a wedding, a magnificent wedding, but all through the
wedding ceremony the candles and the lamps in the temple gave off an oily black smoke so that the guests coughed and choked.
Even the priests had to wipe tears from their eyes. They looked at one another and shook their heads: ‘This is a bad omen. Such
things should never happen at a wedding.’ And the priests were right to be worried.
The very next morning Eurydice woke up early. She climbed out of the bed where Orpheus was still deep in sleep. She pulled on her
clothes and went out walking. The dawn was breaking. A snake that was coiled up on a rock woke up. It slid through the grass just as
Eurydice was walking barefoot across the meadow. Their paths crossed. It sunk its fangs into her ankle; its poison coursed through
her veins. With a cry she fell to the ground. When Orpheus found her, she was lying dead and cold. He lifted her in his arms. He
carried her home, his face wet with tears.
When the funeral was finished, when the pyre had burned and the heat of the fire’s heart had consumed the house of bone, Orpheus
picked up his lyre and set off on a great journey. He travelled over land and sea until he came to a dark cave. He made his way
through tunnels that wound to the left and right. He delved into darkness. At last he came to the edge of an oily, black river, the river
of forgetfulness. On the far side of it he could see the shadowy hills of the country he was seeking. He was looking across towards the
land of the dead.
Orpheus stared over the water, with only the thought of Eurydice in his mind. How could his lovely bride be there, in that strange
dark place? Suddenly there came the sound of growling, then a harsh barking. Out of the shadows the great three-headed dog
Cerberus, who guards the riverbank, leapt at Orpheus, his lips curled back from his teeth. Orpheus lifted his lyre to his shoulder and
began to play; and such was the beauty of his music that the monstrous dog stopped in his tracks, wagged his tail, closed his six red
eyes, rolled onto his back and howled with his three heads. The beauty of the music floated out across the water and reached the
ears of Charon, the ferryman. He poled his boat towards the sound. Orpheus never stopped playing his lyre. He stepped from the
bank into the boat and the ancient ferryman pushed away from the land and poled his boat across the river. When they reached the
far side, Orpheus, still playing, jumped from the boat and walked into the shadows.
Soon there was a whispering around him, a rustling, a shuffling, like the sound of the wind blowing through dead leaves: the dead
were gathering. They were following him. They were enchanted by his music. It made them weep for sorrows they could not
remember any more; it made them laugh for joys that were forgotten, for the dead have lost all memory of their lives. They’re a
drifting host of whispering ghosts.
On and on Orpheus walked, surrounded by the dead, and then he saw a palace loom out of the shadows. As he approached it, the
dead fell back. He found that he was walking alone. He was approaching the dwelling place of their king. He made his way between
black gates; he climbed steps of black stone; a doorway of black ebony swung open before him. He entered the hall. At the far end of
it there were two thrones. On one sat the king of terrors, Hades himself, his eyes as deep as open graves, his black beard spread
across his belly. Beside Hades sat his wife, beautiful Persephone. She was like a moon shining in a dark sky, like a mistletoe berry in
the depths of winter. Orpheus, still playing his lyre, walked up to the two thrones. He stood before the god and goddess. He looked
into their faces and then he began to sing.
‘We mortals are wretched things and the gods who know no care have woven sorrow into the pattern of our lives. Even the sparrow
on the branch, even the wren in the willow knows more of sorrow than the thundering gods, who have never felt the cold hand of
death closing around their hearts. But you, you mighty gods, you have known the sweet pains of love. You have felt Aphrodite’s
shining shafts. Great Hades imagine those summer months, when Persephone is gone, lasting forever. Imagine, if you can, her pale
face crumbling into dust. That is how it is for mortal man. Great Hades, I beg you, give me back my Eurydice.’
There was a silence. Then Persephone turned to Hades, her face streaming with silver tears, and Hades turned to his wife. One oily
black tear trickled down his cheek and splashed onto his beard. He drew breath and spoke: ‘Fetch me the three Fates.’
The three ancient sisters were brought before him, the first who spins out the thread of a life, the second who measures its length
and the third who cuts it. Hades looked into the wrinkled, leathery face of the third sister. ‘Find the cut thread of Eurydice’s life and
mend it.’
The third sister bowed before the god.
Hades turned to Orpheus. ‘Now go! Leave my palace! Leave my realm, and she will follow you. But do not look behind you. Do not
look over your shoulder until the light of the sun shines full on your face.’
Orpheus bowed. He turned on his heel and left the palace. He made his way across the shadowy kingdom until he came to the river’s
edge. Charon, the ferryman, was waiting for him; he climbed into the boat. As he sat down, he felt it tremble, as if someone had
climbed in behind him. He kept his eyes fixed on the far shore. When they reached the riverbank, he stepped out of the boat and
behind him he could hear footsteps, soft footsteps following him. As he journeyed, he could sometimes hear the snap of a twig.
Sometimes he thought he could feel Eurydice’s breath on the back of his neck. And still he looked ahead. He made his way through
the tunnel of stone. And then at last he was out of the cave and breathing the fresh air of the living world. Above him the sky was
bright with shining stars. Soon, he thought to himself, soon the dawn will break, and the light of the sun will shine on my face.
But as Eurydice was following Orpheus, she caught her foot on a stone, she tripped, and she fell. Orpheus heard her stumble and
without thinking he turned to catch her in his arms. He tried to break her fall and for a single moment he saw her face, pale beneath
the silver stars. And then his arms closed around empty air and she was gone. In the land of many guests, the third Fate cut the
thread of Eurydice’s life for the second time. And this time there would be no mending it.
Orpheus turned, he ran back into the cave, he journeyed down into darkness until he came to the edge of the oily black water. He
shouted her name and there was no answer. And then the three-headed dog Cerberus came, growling and snarling and snapping at
his ankles; and Charon the ancient ferryman cursed him and spat at him. And Orpheus knew there could be no return to the land of
the dead. So he made his way back to the living world and he devoted himself to his music, which was more beautiful than ever,
woven through with a silver thread of sorrow. And Orpheus never saw Eurydice again. Never.

A Japanese Folktale
Once there was a good old man who lived up on a mountain, far away in Japan. All round his little house the
mountain was flat, and the ground was rich; and there were the rice fields of all the people who lived in the village
at the mountain’s foot. Mornings and evenings, the old man and his little grandson, who lived with him, used to
look far down on the people at work in the village, and watch the blue sea which lay all-round the land, so close
that there was no room for fields below, only for houses. The little boy loved the rice fields, dearly, for he knew that
all the good food for all the people came from them; and he often helped his grandfather to watch over them.
One day, the grandfather was standing alone, before his house, looking far down at the people, and out
at the sea, when, suddenly, he saw something very strange far off where the sea and sky meet.
Something like a great cloud was rising there, as if the sea were lifting itself high into the sky. The old
man put his hands to his eyes and looked again, hard as his old sight could. Then he turned and ran to
the house. “Yone, Yone!” he cried, “bring a brand from the hearth!”
The little grandson could not imagine what his grandfather wanted with fire, but he always obeyed, so he
ran quickly and brought the brand. The old man already had one and was running for the rice fields.
Yone ran after. But what was his horror to see his grandfather thrust his burning brand into the ripe dry
rice, where it stood.
“Oh, Grandfather, Grandfather!” screamed the little boy, “what are you doing?”
“Quick, set fire! Thrust your brand in!” said the grandfather.
Yone thought his dear grandfather had lost his mind, and he began to sob; but a little Japanese boy
always obeys, so though he sobbed, he thrust his torch in, and the sharp flame ran up the dry stalks, red
and yellow. In an instant, the field was ablaze, and thick black smoke began to pour up, on the mountain
side. It rose like a cloud, black and fierce, and in no time the people below saw that their precious rice
fields were on fire. Ah, how they ran! Men, women, and children climbed the mountain, running as fast
as they could to save the rice; not one soul stayed behind.
And when they came to the mountain top, and saw the beautiful rice-crop all in flames, beyond help,
they cried bitterly, “Who has done this thing? How did it happen?”
“I set fire,” said the old man, very solemnly; and the little grandson sobbed, “Grandfather set fire.”
But when they came fiercely round the old man, with “Why? Why?” he only turned and pointed to the
sea. “Look!” he said.
They all turned and looked. And there, where the blue sea had lain, so calm, a mighty wall of water,
reaching from earth to sky, was rolling in. No one could scream, so terrible was the sight. The wall of
water rolled in on the land, passed quite over the place where the village had been, and broke, with an
awful sound, on the mountain side. One wave more, and still one more, came; and then all was water, as
far as they could look, below; the village where they had been was under the sea.
But the people were all safe. And when they saw what the old man had done, they honoured him above
all men for the quick wit which had saved them all from the tidal wave.
Source: (Stories from Around the World, n.d.)